Life Ain't All Beer And Skittles.

There Is The Kiss Of Welcome And Of Parting, The Long, Lingering, Loving, Present One; The Stolen, Or The Mutual One; The Kiss Of Love, Of Joy, And Of Sorrow; The Seal Of Promise And Receipt Of Fulfillment.

A Man Is Never Astonished That He Doesn't Know What Another Does, But He Is Surprised At The Gross Ignorance Of The Other In Not Knowing What He Does.

Contentment Is, After All, Simply Refined Indolence.

Circumstances Alter Cases.

Hope Is A Pleasant Acquaintance, But An Unsafe Friend, Not The Man For Your Banker, Though He May Do For A Traveling Companion.